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This week’s post involves books we had to read in school that I liked. I have to admit, I don’t remember specific books we had to read. I remember one, but the others were ones I had to read but I picked them myself. That was the fun of being in the accelerated kids. We could select our own books.
So what do I remember reading and liking? For one, I remember reading Across Five Aprils by Irene Hunt. I don’t remember much about the book now, but what I do recall was that I liked it so much at the time that when I found out they were going to toss the junk copies of the book (They gave us the copies to read and turn back in, so some were really torn up), I begged for one of the copies. I was rewarded for my determination and still have the book. 🙂
Another I had to read, but it was of my choosing, was Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. Now I read this in the sixth grade. Yep. I chose it and the teacher didn’t argue with me. All she said was if I could understand it, then I could read it. I didn’t get every nuance, but I understood it enough to write the report. In hindsight, I see the issues with the book, but I was what…12? I didn’t know better. I do now. Still, I did enjoy it. If you can accept it as fiction, but not how things really might have been, it’s easier to enjoy.
Another book I chose because I wanted to read it was one I got into trouble for reading. If you’ve read my other posts you might recall me mentioning getting detention for reading Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. Well, part of the punishment, since I wanted to read it, was that I had to do a report on it. Unfortunately for the teacher, it wasn’t punishment. I loved the book. HA!
One last book I remember being given the option to read and devouring, was Ryan White: My Own Story by Ryan White, Ann Marie Cunningham and Jeanne White. We were given the option to read it, but since he was a little older than me and (being an adolescent at the time), I thought he was cute. I read it and gained a better understanding of what AIDS is (it’s still a cause for me), what hemophilia is and how his life wasn’t easy, but he kept smiling. I cried at the end and it made me want to do something. I’m glad I read this book. Really.
What about you? What books have you read from school and loved them? I’d love to know. The TBR list is huge, but oh well. Books are love.